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I Got Whipped
Weekend visits with Harry usually involve me being in a bit of pain afterwards but this weekend was something a bit special.
Saturday morning started off normally enough with me doing the housework in my maid’s uniform and, as usual, there had to be some compromising form of bondage involved. This weekend it was a hobble rope between my knees.
While I did the housework Harry worked out and when I was done she spent a little time sitting on my face in her yoga pants, a combination of breath play and worship. Then crushing my face between her thighs making me lick her through them and worship her feet, in and out of her socks. She told me she was giving me a treat as I didn’t get any post-gym teasing from roomie any more. She was also very upfront and told me she was trying to get me worked up, heh, she wanted me nice and pliant later.
Then we both changed and went and got lunch out. We went and got our nails done. We spent some time window shopping. Just a very nice afternoon together as girlfriends, which was very respectable and very nice, even if I couldn’t shake the smell, taste and feel of her all over me earlier in the day.
But anyway that’s not what the headline is about is it? It’s just setting up my headspace when she brought it up.
Which she did with me naked and on my knees, knees wide, hands behind my head while she sat on the sofa. This, by the way, is a pretty common posture for us to have relationship conversations. I’m not bound in any way and could move if I wanted, I’m free to get up and walk away, there’s no coercion. But the nudity and the posture are both signs of respect for her. It helps us both keep in mind what our relationship to each other is. It’s also impossible for me, in that pose and naked, to hide if my body reacts to the conversation so… it has some practical value there too I guess, heh.
What Harry wanted to talk about was my desire for her to dress up to Domme me. Which I’ve talked about before. And I think she did in an ask Harry. It’s not her kink, but she does it for parties and such. When she does she looks insanely hot. But we have a difference of taste here.
I guess there’s some stereotyping in my thinking but I am very turned on by the idea of her in fetishwear, looking the part. It adds to the whole drama of BDSM. Which is kind of the point against it, in her mind. She likes the idea of playing being normal so she doesn’t dress differently for it, it’s just a hobby. Not a performance. She thinks she looks the part regardless of what she wears and, well, she’s not entirely wrong. I get all that, but at the same time, lovers do dress up for each other just because it’s sexy from time to time. That’s my argument.
So she proposed a compromise. She wasn’t against the idea of dressing for me, but if she did it was going to be a special occasion. “I’m not just going to slap you around, flog you and fuck you, you’re going to have to do something special for me too.” If we were going to do play as theater we were going to do something theatrical. She wanted to whip me.
She dressed up. Leather dress, leather boots, leather gloves. The boots were platforms. I swear she must have been like 6′6 in them. I was in bare feet. I felt even smaller than I am, heh.
We did not get straight to the whipping. We started with me worshiping her boots and thanking her for this gift and privilege. We moved onto slapping and breath play, then flogging. A lot of flogging. Same as when I got caned she was using the flogger to warm me up and she was focusing very heavily on my upper back. Not the first time she’s flogged me on the upper back by any means, but normally the focus is on my butt and thighs with a bit of all over flogging for flavour. It was the other way around this time, the focus was on my back and everything else was flavour. So she was going to whip my back. That was… new. But made sense, as my butt and thighs had been fairly heavily used last time we saw each other.
Then I was dressed up. She took my collar off me, first time it’s been off since she put it on me. It was replaced with a heavy leather posture collar. She put me in a leather waist cincher too. And a bit gag. Because I was going to need something to bite down on. My wrists were put into cuffs and then I was secured to her door. She had these things she put over the door, just a big metal rod on one end and a loop of metal on the other, sturdy material between them, so when you put them over the door and shut it there’s these handy rings to fasten a girl’s wrists to so she’s facing the door, arms up, vulnerable. Harry also has a mirror on the back of her door so… well, I could mostly see myself, being so up close, but I could also see her moving around behind me. That definitely added to the overall effect.
She stepped up close to me, pressing up against me, hand in my hair, speaking quietly. She asked if I was ready. I said I was. She asked if I was scared and I said that I was. She stroked between my legs and presented my own wetness on her leather fingers to my face and asked if I was turned on. I said I was. She asked me if being scared turned me on. I said… only being scared of her. She laughed at that and called me her good girl. Which made me shiver. I love those words. Then she told me to try and be quiet. She told me she knew I wouldn’t be able to, but that I should try. So that she would know every sound I made was one she forced out of me. That it would make them that much sweeter for her. I agreed and we began.
And for a little while I actually did keep reasonably quiet. She started very methodically, slowly. I think she was like, feeling her way into the positioning of the strokes. That’s how it felt from my perspective anyway. And getting a feel for how I was taking them. I didn’t do much more than hiss around the bit gag for the first… few. I don’t know how many, I lost count.
They got harder as they went on, as she found her footing in it. Then they got faster. At which point I was yelping quiet openly from time to time because… my god. It’s not actually as intense as the cane, thankfully, but it’s … oh it’s close.
And then they came in a rhythm.
I kind of went through stages. It started with me being very in my head, not in subspace yet but ‘being good’, trying not to make a sound, being very stoic and taking my whipping.
But it kept coming.
Then I couldn’t be quiet any more.
Then I was sobbing.
Then I was sobbing and realising it wasn’t stopping so I was squirming and fighting the cuffs.
Then I screamed for a bit.
Then the subspace was coming.
Then I stopped fighting and went back to sobbing.
Then it was over.
And I couldn’t tell you how much time passed at each step. It felt like it went on forever. My back is for sure very, very stripey.
But the moment I felt that leather pressed up against my back, making me wince but feeling Mistress at my back… that was a moment. Her hand in my hair again, on my cheek, fingertips in my tears, hearing her heavy breathing.
And tasting her, on her leather gloved fingertips, as she fed herself to me and told me that was what I did to her. Just having it reinforced in my mind that yes, Daddy is a sadist, that watching me scream and sob and fight and watching the marks appear on my body genuinely, truly gets her off. Urgh… it was powerful.
The aftercare was wonderful. The sex that followed, eventually, was intense.
Like caning, it’s not an experience I’m in a hurry to do again but it is something I know I can do for her, something special, something I can actually be proud of. Harry has a lot of girls to sleep with. Girls who’ll fuck her better than me. I don’t question that, I’ve seen it, heard it, I know it. She has wonderful lovers. But I can give her something they can’t, or don’t. And yes, Daddy is a sadist. She needs someone who can give her that. Suffering. And I can do that.
I think I have to accept at this point that I really am a masochist not just a submissive.
I gave my key to the best Mistress I could have ❤️
“Mistress Toni needs an update today. This is mandatory for all males to respond promptly to this post.”
Best pegging ever. 😍
i know pegging doggy style is all the trend these days. but pegging missionary?? just has some really hot vibe to it. Like the boy wrapping his legs around his domme, being able to kiss, and the boy either scratching down her back or holding onto anything for dear life. its really personal and intimate and i dig it
In your cage with your pants on. No touching. I don't care if you have no alternative, you will wear my panties anyways on your way home.
And she is so amused by it… how easy it was to gain complete control.
I love the dynamic through the missing shoes
I know the 26 of April was the day you were to meet that girl, but I don’t see anything about it on your blog?
Yes, I'm sorry for letting you (all) wait but I slept at her place and had a busy saturday.
I finally got to meet a couple I met online into cuckolding. After being asked to order a new smaller chastity cage about a month ago I got the chance to wear it now while being with her. We first met at the trainstation in the late afternoon and decided to go for a coffee under the arcades of a bridge. She was as beautiful as on her pictures with her red hair and her curvy feminine figure but had an amazing soft voice. Her boyfriend appeared to be way younger than on the pictures. I invited them and went to pick up the drinks. While sitting at the lounge in the sunlight under the arcades, they kissed often in front of me. They even had a little present for me as well, they had seen extra small condoms at a sex shop We then met another friend of mine and went to eat pizza the four of us before heading to the bdsm-munch of their town. Already at the pizzeria sexuality and domination was our main topic, we left to walk over to the bar.
At the bdsm-munch
It was a nice place, with a little mindfuck as you walk upstairs to enter a cellar but a very cosy and familiar atmosphere. The people were all friendly and we were quite early, so it was a small group first. A girl my age came and sat to our table, so the boyfriend and my friend got into a conversation. Now the girl I came to meet really started to tease me, she allowed me to touch her thighs while she was scratching my legs with her nails. She looked amazing with her little black dress with a zip covering her deep cleavage. Everytime she catched me starring down her cleavage she pulled up her dress again. Soon her hand was feeling and touching the bars of my little metal cage. More and more people were arriving and three women in their 30ies appeared so we had to enlarge our circle. Our hands were not hidden anymore under the table but she didn't mind and just continued touching and teasing me, whispering in my ear what a good boy I've been, while glancing over at her boyfriend. It was really nice as I did also get the chance to talk to the other presents at the munch which were all very nice and more adult than me. I did enjoy it.
When it was time to leave, the couple started to talk if I was allowed to sleep at their place. My friend left as they surprizingly agreed to take me back with them. In the bus they made out and kissed as they were both a little drunk and horny. While they kissed and touched each other she pressed her butt against my crotch. That felt so hot and I really got worried to cum in my pants but gladly we arrived at the final bus station. She told me she was getting really soaking wet since they started to kiss which made me drops of precum leaking out.
The night
At their place he had set up a single bed in the corner of their room behind their doublebed. I had to crawl over their bed to reach my sleeping place. When he went to the bathroom she asked me to show her my cage. She laughed and liked how small it looked. Her boyfriend could never fit into that. As he came back I was ordered to knee behind her and allowed to worship her thighs in that pretty pantyhose while she started to play with her boyfriend. She stroked him to an orgasm while I was licking her fingers practising my oral skills to once be allowed to give head. She asked me if I would do that for her and I said yes despite that he was really hung, maybe twice my size. We he came I was ordered to pick toilet paper and hand it over to him. Then she asked me to go to my place while they cuddled in their bed.
In the morning she woke him up and started to play with him. He was still sleepy and didn't wanted her to go on but soon he was really hard and asked her to continue. I was again ordered on my knees behind her touching her legs in that nice soft pantyhose. I was so horny in my little cage and started to hump her leg which she allowed. She blindfolded him and attached clothpins on his nipples. I didn't dare to ask if she would use clothpins on my nipples as well. She made him cum hard and asked us both to take a rest again. Then she came back in with orange juice and a cup of coffee for her good boys. I gave her my key with a little silver necklace and had to leave with her boyfriend bringing me to the bus stop.
Really turning into such a good boy. So cute!
Also a short answer lets your mind go crazy too thinking about what Becca did there. 💖
Sooooo, how was ur night after Harry left? Did u find time to really focus on the pic she sent, were u masturbating while texting Harry about her time with this girl?
Yeah… yeah I did. Yeah I was.
My befriended Domme allowed me to stroke myself until I cum but only using one finger.
Edged for over 15 hours in the past 3 days..havent released in about a month..fist is bouncing off of full balls crippling my mind
You’ve fucked a guy in the ass before while he was in chastity? I’d love to get more details plz
Due to popular demand (aka I’m drowning in messages about this), I’ll finally make the effort to tell you guys this story.
Note: this partner is on tumblr and occasionally reads my blog. I want to be respectful of him and his experiences, so this is the extent of what I am going to share. Please don’t ask for more specifics.
Oh, gosh. Where to begin. In the last year, I’ve realized that I really do enjoy switching. It was something I was very closed off to at first. I was adamant that I could ONLY be a submissive. Life’s a bit unexpected though, and certain partners bring out a different side of me.
The occasion in question is by far my favorite sexual experience in 2018. This partner is a little angel, and I look back and fucking TREASURE our time together. (Not just saying that because he could be reading this.)
We met at a bar for drinks, and I was clear beforehand that there was no sexual obligation or pressure. In fact, I truly believed it would end at drinks. Hah. He was late. You guys, he was SO late. And I was SO grumpy. But when he arrived, all my grumpiness disappeared because Y’ALL, think of the cutest boy on the entire planet… he’s cuter.
He arrived for our little date with his plug in his ass, lingerie under his clothes, and his cock locked away. Exactly what I had requested of him. His nervousness and uneasiness while I sipped my drink was absolutely darling.
Eventually, I realized that I wanted his body too much to let him go home after drinks. So, we walked 5ish blocks back to my place (yes, with his ass still plugged).
I cannot reiterate enough how cute he is. Precious.
When we arrived at my place, I had him strip and kneel for me. I walked up to him, his face about at the height of my pussy, and ran my fingers through his hair for the first time… I think we both let out the happiest little sighs.
I ordered that he hand over his cock cage keys, and then the fun began.
Remember how I mentioned that he was late to the bar? PLOT TWIST. He was late because he made a pit stop at a SEX SHOP and brought a backpack full of toys for us. The BEST justification for being late (but he still got a spanking).
He stayed on his knees, eyes on the floor, while I changed out of my clothes and put on the strap-on. My lovely little boy had been practicing his deep throating prior to our time together, so I had him share his skills with me. For a first timer, he took the dildo down his throat like a champ. AND it’s so much fun to be on the other side of a throatfuck once in a while.
Eventually, we moved to the bed. He got on all four with his ass up and his back arched. He begged me to fuck him while I played with the plug still in his ass. I popped the plug out. Grabbed his hips. Told him to take a deep breath. Then I thrust into his ass for the first time.
And I fucked him.
Meanwhile, his cock stayed locked away. Without having the distraction of his own pleasure, he was wonderfully attentive to my every desire.
Chastity. 👏🏼Gotta 👏🏼 love 👏🏼 it 👏🏼.
Also, I need to give a shout out to him: he ate my pussy better than any other man I’ve ever been with. Date submissives - they/we take direction so well!!!!
I was floating on clouds after being with him. I even blogged about how happy I was the next day – I just didn’t tell you guys why, lol.
Ultimately, I am a submissive. I crave a stable and forever relationship with a Dominant man. But, I’m so incredibly lucky that I’ve found submissive partners that allow me to explore my own dominance AND are truly awesome people who I adore with my entire heart.
After two years with a simple chastity cage I was encouraged to buy just to try out how it feels, I now was motivated to buy a second one as I enjoyed the experience so far. Sadly, House of Denial are on holidays at the moment, so I had to order somewhere else. This one is quite smaller than my CB2000 and made of steel. I'm really curious how it will feel to be locked up in it and can't wait for the chastity cage to finally arrive next month. I will attent a bdsm-munch with kinky people like me, so I really need it until then.
Deseame
“Se que me deseas. Te daré una erección. Estaras a punto de correrte ante mí. No tendras esperanza de follarme, ni de tocarme. Me burlaré de ti. Me reiré. Y aún así lo único que querrás es venir a verme, a pedirme una sesión.”
Princesa domina
I love to read her kinky adventures, she has one of the best blogs still active on here. 💕
Speaking of sucking cock, have your thoughts ever drifted towards the idea of Harry keeping you cock-denied (except her strap-on of course) ? I mean, I'm sure she would allow it sometimes for the entertainment of her and her posh friends, but otherwise just keep you gagging for it, her little cock-denied toy, only to be used for the pleasure of her pussy?
Absolutely I’ve thought about it. I mean, I’ve been basically fantasizing about being in a relationship with her and, well, she doesn’t have a cock. Well, a ‘real’ one anyway.
It’s like the only downside to the idea. And her strapon does a LOT to offset the loss, I think. But it’s not the same.
Reblog if you’re a pathetic beta bitch craving the leadership of a goddess 🙋🏻♀️
On your knees as you devote your whole life to me 💕
That’s right loser. Edge your pathetic cock. Beg to see my perfect tits uncensored. You’re so weak that even a video like this could make you cum. You know you’ll have to pay to see the rest.
But there is the risk, that they get along so well, that She places hints in conversations with your mom about you being a good boy... She knows how to keep you on the edge but also how to ruin it for you with changing topic.
Your mom will love me and will never know that you spend your free time kneeling at my feet.
Help her find a good boy who is going to spoil this pretty intelligent girl. Maybe someday she'll even show of abit of her stunning body, at least for the lucky one who can pay her.
LISTEN UP.
I’m going to make a more in depth “about me” post soon, but this couldn’t wait. I am a college student in an accelerated nursing program. Simply put, I’m on a very tight schedule and I have lots of bills to pay. I like to dominate weak men in my free time.
I started this blog so I could reach out to more slaves, paypigs, and sissy’s that beg to be dominated. I offer an individualized form of abuse. I like to get to know my slaves in order to better abuse them. If I’m being really honest, I get to know my slaves because their pathetic lives make me feel better about my own.
Although pleasurable, this hobby is really fucking time consuming. For this reason (and because I have hideous tuition bills), I enforce PAY before PLAY. It is deeply frustrating when people pretend to be interested in my services and then end up wasting my time.
Imagine a young 21 year old nursing student pleasuring herself to Paypal notifications and words of worship. I am kinky, dominant, and fierce. However, you will not get to see this side of me if you do not PAY before PLAY.
Don’t waste my time losers.
A good sub boy is well trained in doing her nails and in massages. Until he's good at it he has to train with painting his own nails first.
I love waking up to mani/pedi tributes. Worship your mistress 💋💋
I think one of the cutest, non sexual messages to receive from a Little would be like a text saying, “Mommy, it’s raining!” Basically, sending me something I already know; but it’s cute as heck cuz they got excited about it. 🤗🤗🤗
And then he’d want it to be a lazy day of making cookies and a blanket fort, but we both know other things would happen in the blanket fort and mommy has to keep us on track for the day, so only for a litttttttttle bit.😍
~OtWC
Talk to me in a baby voice.
Call me momma or mommy.
Call me miss if you’re in trouble.
Ask for spankings if you need them.
Crawl after me and beg me for cuddles in a little voice.
Submit to momma and let her milk you.
Ask me to rim you and play with your little boy hole.
Tell mommy she’s the bestest girl ever and you need to serve.
Wake me with little licks, and pant like the bitch you are.
Dress mommy and let her examine her pet’s body.
Ask me to humiliate you because you worship me.
Tell me you want mommy in charge of your money and to give you your allowance.
Let me have another mommy over to whip my boy and watch him lick her.
Kiss mommy goodnight and then keep her feet warm like a good boy.
And about a million other things.
~OtWC
(There wasn’t enough MD/LB relationship stories for me, and I’m crazy into it, so either I have to experience it or write it)
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